And to think it was all just a dream, one fantastic hallucination

wearing RenegadeLovers maxi skirt, Mango top, thrifted & DIY acid wash vest, RenegadeLovers bag, Parisian wedges

I know you hard core fashion bloggers are not into flip flops.. but I cant live without them.. You can never have enough pairs, I say. I finally made it to a Make you own Havaianas event! There were so many colors available it made me dizzy.. I finally settled for a modest purple sole with a gold strap, since I'm going through a barney phase, and I chose a peace pin and a turtle pin. Its my nickname for the boy ;)

I was going to wear a floral dress but I figured since my black maxi skirt hasn't had any airtime yet, I would whip her out and parade her around a little. I made it before I left the island, and it is the most comfortable thing ever. It beats jeans in comfort and goes with everything in my opinion, although best with a slinky tank top and a sick bra. I'm seriously thinking about making these for the shop..

I'm still sick and on meds for another week.. But I'm seriously going loopy. I'm not used to this much rest. To console myself, I am tracking down a tattoo parlor in this town, and getting inked. Let your freak flag fly, I say ♥

[Thank you Kristine for the outfit shots! ♥]

The lightning bolt made enough heat to melt the street beneath your feet

wearing Terranova leggings, RenegadeLovers Lively dress, Metro Gaisano girls lace trim socks, Parisian wedges

No rest for the wicked! After some awful decision making last Friday (no dinner+lots of booze) and a bit of a blackout, I have locked my party shoes away and dedicated my time to mourning my social life. All well deserved considering I had to put the pieces together after said night.. I woke up to mysterious text messages, drunk dialings and a big gaping black hole where my memory should have been. Its taken me a couple of days, but I have finally figured out what happened.. I didn't lose anything, made it home in one piece, didn't commit any crimes or sins and can credit my endless bruises to the apparent reckless dancing that was going on. Nothing new but nevertheless.. Tanduay shots on an empty stomach is no joke. I'm officially grounding myself.

I wore this that Friday I was in Manila.. Its the perfect party dress if you ask me. Bras are useless anyway. The socks are quickly becoming a favorite.. something very kooky and odd about a grown woman wearing little girls socks.. I can feel a habit forming.

If i give you sugar, will you give me something elusive and temporary

wearing thrifted tunic, vintage boots, RenegadeLovers bag

There are few things in life I love more than frozen yogurt and the smell of coffee, so naturally I could never miss the opening of a coffee shop that serves both.. and is named "Coffee Cat". If you are in Cebu and love yourself a cup of amazing, its located in I.T. park.. Meow. ♥

I don't see my girl Eden as often as I used to, because lately she's been busy snogging her boyfriend all over town. Can you blame the girl? They re adorable together. As for me, my life still seems to be taking place on top of a roller coaster ride. Most of the time, I can handle the bumps, except for when I forget to fasten my seat belt and am sent flying. A good example would be my pathetic fall - nay - dive off the nicotine wagon. Ive tossed my main man Jack aside for a healthy try at a new romance with the Marlboro man. You cant really judge me.. he cant be any more dangerous to my being than all the other men in my life.. Ultimately one of them is going to be to blame for my downfall. I can feel it in my toes.

Melancholy and sickening emo-ness aside, I'm going somewhere in a few days to cure my island fever.. I'm getting myself geared up for lots of brain dancing, space Ibiza style revelry and big massive hangover induced regrets.. Yay me ♥

When we're passing on the street we both look the other way, was it just a fantasy, was it only in my mind

wearing vintage tutu skirt & blazer, Cotton On tank, RenegadeLovers studded belt & clutch, DIY necklace, Urge mary janes (Thanks, Paula♥)

Its funny how time flies when you're busy getting drunk and chasing around town. It doesn't even feel like it, but Ive been here for about a month now.. Its almost like that girl on kite beach has become a distant memory. An image I cant shake, a part of me somewhere in the depths of my being. Needless to say, my time here has already changed parts of me.. some for the good, and some for the unavoidably bad. Its not all bad though, I think I'm one of the few people who thrives on falling flat on my face and then forcing myself to learn from it. I'm great at giving advice, my friends always tell me.. but following my own advice is still something I am learning how to do. Some days I'm so overwhelmed by my thoughts, I'm afraid to get out of bed, afraid to see the sun, terrified its light might expose all those things I desperately keep hidden inside myself. But sometimes, I catch myself smiling sheepishly for no reason, shaking my head and thinking of how embarrassed I am to allow myself to be so self indulgent.. and I think of all the things I have been blessed with and want to literally slap myself in the face on order to shock some sense into my inner brat. Those are the nights when I wear girly frocks and shoes I cant run in and decide to head out with the girls, meet my main man Jack and dance it off. This particular night didn't turn out as planned.. but who am I to complain. I ended up at a table full of fabulous gays with Madonna from all eras drowning out my thoughts.. some nights, that would qualify as just about perfect.

Renegade Family ♥

My sister Sabrina and my Mom, both in RenegadeLovers

A couple of weeks ago, I sent a package to Marbella for my Mom's birthday. Shipping costs almost made me faint at the post office, but if it was gonna get my dresses to her safely and within 4 days, I was down for it. Rumor has it my sister got to the parcel before my Mom could, ripped it open and feasted over the dress I sent her. I also sent Mom a Dream Catcher, to bring her good energy.

Since I arrived in Cebu, I have been in one too many bookstores, raided my Nana's closet for some amazing spanx-like girdles and fancy lacey stockings, gone running twice while people stare (really, not enough people work out in this country), inspected my sewing room where 3 machines are waiting to be used, stocked up on healthy groceries, started working my way through the Olsen's "Influence" (which I started reading on the plane), stocked up on illustration supplies and immersed myself in the beauty of inspiring movie. Stanley Kubricks"Lolita" is a master piece, but the male lead is a tad creepy.. and not attractive at all. Hmm.

Remember to let her into your heart, then you can start to make it better.

Paula & Dane both wearing RenegadeLovers ♥ Tet wearing custom made dress

Congratulations my dear Honi & Dalan! Your wedding was beautiful and so full of love. I tried to hold back the tears, to no avail. Honi looked like a spectacular south african queen with her braids. Love you both to death!

I just got back from a short break by the river, a well deserved break. Tonight is going to be my last night in this room, and at Hey Jude and I am done grieving.. I think. What makes it harder is that Mars isn't here, and so we are going to have to deal with this all over again in September, when he gets back, which is not going to be easy on either of us. We met and fell in love at Hey Jude, and have lived next door since we got together. 4 years isn't so easily dismissed. I could dwell on the anger I feel in my heart but ultimately it is about the love I have for my island family and the times we have spent together at that bar, that love is like the glue that will hold us together, and nobody will ever be able to take that away from us. Ever. So with a breaking heart full of memories, I bid Hey Jude ADIEU, I love you forever and will see you on the flip side! This is merely the end of the chapter, and the start of a new one ♥

PS: FUCK COMMERCIALISM!

FOR EVER AND EVER!

Old fascinations, we crave new sensations

RenegadeLovers zipper-front dress & Malong bag

The blues were starting to get to me, and in my desperation, I tagged along to a 5 hour drive to Iloilo City. Erwin was playing the grand opening of a club named Aura, and Paula and I were set on making the malls unsafe and making purchases we would possibly regret. The club was awesome, plus points for the giant bottle of jack on our table. I was bloody thirsty and in my excitement, I over poured my glass, leaving me to sip the jack out in order to make space for the coke. Needless to say, after my first glass I was already dancing dizzy. There was a fashion show of some sort, but we really only noticed supermodel Ria Bolivar. Her cheekbones are insane. I thanked the lucky shoe gods towards the end of the night for making me wear gladiator flats instead of my 6inch monster Gareths and one of the last things I remember at the club was a cute, tall mestizo boy trying to hit on me at the bar, while my girls were watching from a distance and snickering at the whole scene.

The next day, we roamed SM Iloilo, I stocked up on much needed makeup, found the perfect basic t-shirts for a dollar each and we ended up at Bourbon for an awesome steak dinner. Thank you Inky, John & Jet for the hospitality!

Oh and PS: Hair in the last post is a wig! My hair was like that when I started blogging.. but I wish it was as shiny! x

♥